One Spring Day

Never ever since I met my ex husband some twenty years ago had I thought I would be single again.

Impossible.

Kinda like telling me that I just got a lottery seat on a flight to the Moon. Not that I care for space travel.

But, little did I know, it is entirely possible for the impossible to happen. I am officially Single again, in my mid 40s.

After the long processing of a lot of pain, stress, anger and hatred I have come to realize that it is so exhilaratingly liberated to be Single at this age.

When I came into the world of adult in my 20s, everything that I possessed: My skin, my face, my look, my attitude, my knowledge, my happiness, my everything was given to me. By my parents, by the environment that they brought me up in.

Now, when I once again welcome Single-ness, everything I have today is of my own making: My skin, my face, my look, my attitude….All of those were brought on by my own life experience and how I handled life myself thus far.

So for that, I should be thankful for where I am today. I should be thankful for the pain that brought the growth and the love that brought out the best in me in the worst of time.

I am proudly & happily single.

It’s almost like I have found ME.